Chapter 311 - 307: Seeing Through

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Chapter 311: Chapter 307: Seeing Through At this moment, everyone held their breath, and the room was so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping to the floor could be heard. The sound of Mr. Yun’s breathing was faintly audible on the other end of the phone. Qiu Yong pressed Mr. Yun for a decision once more; they needed an outcome, yet Ling Chen’s words still echoed in his ears. On one side was the hope of saving his brother, on the other side was disappointment and the anger of being deceived. They were all patiently waiting. "Mr. Qiu," Mr. Yun’s voice finally came through the phone, "I’ve said before, your third brother’s illness is quite complicated and requires long-term rehabilitation and observation. You want me to cure him instantly, that I cannot do." "How would I know that you’re not just stringing me along?" Qiu Yong said sternly: "A life for a life, you want Ling Chen, I want to save my third brother. Now, call the doctors in, let them cure my third brother before my eyes. I’ll give them three days; if there’s no improvement within three days, I’ll kill Ling Chen immediately, and you’ll get nothing." Ling Chen, hearing this, inwardly cursed his bad luck. Damn it, he thought, he had become a bargaining chip in Qiu Yong’s negotiation. "Alright, I’ll do my best." The call ended, and within five minutes, there was a knock on the door outside the ward. Qiu Yong gave a look to the one-armed man, who understood and rose to open the door; five doctors in white lab coats and three nurses filed in. Once they were inside, the one-armed man slammed the door shut with a ’bang,’ locking the security personnel outside, and then stood by the door with a steel knife, ready to prevent anyone from forcing their way in. Qiu Yong scanned the doctors and nurses, and in a tepid voice let out three words: "Start then, you have three days. If my third brother suffers the slightest harm, you shall all be buried with him." Feeling the intense killing intent in his tone, the doctors broke out in a cold sweat and hastily began their examination and treatment. At this time, Ling Chen ungracefully slumped on the floor, drenched in sweat as if he had been out in the rain, not only was his forehead soaked, but his clothes were also drenched in cold sweat. He gasped for air and looked at the busy doctors, then at Qiu Yong, and weakly said: "Mr. Qiu, if you want to use me as a bargaining chip, at least let me stay alive." As a martial artist, Qiu Yong could see that Ling Chen was in bad shape. He nodded his head and signaled for a doctor to give Ling Chen an IV. Ling Chen climbed onto a chair and rested his hand on the table, rolling up his sleeve. The doctor approached with a medical kit, took out a bottle of medicine, and then with a needle, aimed for Ling Chen’s arm and injected it. As the throbbing pain in his arm spread, Ling Chen looked up at the doctor giving him the IV and with a hint of peculiarity asked casually: "How long have you been a doctor?" The doctor was slightly startled, seeming not to expect such a question from Ling Chen. After a brief daze, he lowered his head to adjust the IV tube and replied: "Over twenty years." "Over twenty years?" Ling Chen looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, "An old doctor of over twenty years and you still can’t insert a needle accurately? Or is it that you can’t do it at all and just trying to fob me off?" Hearing this, the doctor suddenly looked up; a flicker of sharpness passed through his dark eyes. Though it was fleeting, Ling Chen caught it accurately. He smirked slightly and chuckled: "In the future, don’t pretend to be in a profession you know nothing about. It’s easy to be found out that way." As he finished speaking, before the other person could react, Ling Chen abruptly pulled the needle from his arm and stabbed it into the doctor’s eye. "Ah!" With a piercing scream, the person clutched their left eye, from which blood gushed through their fingers. This sudden turn of events caught everyone in the room by surprise. The four doctors in white coats and three nurses, who were treating the patient at the bedside, saw their companion attacked and their faces instantly changed. They quickly drew hidden daggers from within their clothes and stabbed towards Qiu Yong and the others. "Seeking death!" The patterned woman shouted furiously, her face cold as frost. Her slim and slender figure leaped up like a swallow gliding at low altitude, charging into the crowd. Following that, she loosened her sleeve, and a three-foot-long short sword slid into her hand from the sleeve. With the sword in hand, she crossed her arms and the blade split in two—it was a Mother-Child Sword. Those posing as doctors and nurses were skilled fighters, as evident from their martial arts; all had undergone strict training in standard combat techniques. However, Qiu Yong and his companions were no pushovers either. Although the eight eccentrics hadn’t made it onto the Heaven and Earth Dragon and Tiger List, there was no doubt that they were recognized as high-level martial artists by their peers. Ling Chen sat in his chair without getting up; he was too weak to move now. Watching the two groups fighting fiercely in the sickroom was quite enjoyable. Among the seven in front of him, besides Qiu Yong, he could only identify four. One was a little boy with astonishing jumping power and strength beyond ordinary. One was the Taiping Princess, skilled in swordsmanship; one was a one-armed man with a saber; and another was an archer. In addition to these, there were two others he wasn’t familiar with. "Eh?" While observing the fight, Ling Chen suddenly noticed a young man dressed in summer clothes standing in the corner of the room with a brilliant smile on his face, watching both sides without any intention of joining in. To his surprise, the fight in the sickroom was drawing to an end. Unsurprisingly, Qiu Yong and his companions were victorious. Those disguised as doctors and nurses were not weak, but unfortunately, they had intended to launch a surprise attack. Ling Chen had seen through their identities, allowing Qiu Yong and the others to be prepared. "Elder Qiu, you should believe me now," Ling Chen spoke, "Mr. Yun knew he couldn’t save his own life, so he resorted to these tactics." Qiu Yong nodded, his face serious, with a hint of suppressed anger in his old eyes. At this moment, no one contested Ling Chen’s words anymore. The truth lay before their eyes, leaving no room for hope. "Ling Chen, our brother and sister were deceived and used by Mr. Yun, and we have offended you greatly. Please don’t take it to heart," Qiu Yong said earnestly, expressing his apologies. Ling Chen grinned: "No worries, desperate times call for desperate measures, I can understand your feelings. Now that things are clear, shouldn’t we think of a way to get out of here?" "Big brother, he’s right. If we don’t leave now, they definitely won’t let us go." As soon as the one-armed man finished speaking, the landline phone in the room rang again. Qiu Yong picked up the receiver, and Mr. Yun’s voice immediately came through, "Elder Qiu, it seems my people have failed. How about this, we change the terms. If you agree to serve me and join me, I will spare your lives. What do you say?" Qiu Yong answered coldly, "Mr. Yun, before you decided to use us, maybe you should have inquired about the consequences of provoking the eight eccentrics. We have never been merciful, and you’ve made a grave mistake."

Chapter 311 - 307: Seeing Through

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